Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Of Petty Realizations
One of these days I was thinking about my thoughts, and I realized I've been doing all sorts of symbolizations, and instantly I've realized it was something bad. Then I thought "why?". Why is that realizing something makes it automatically wrong? Sure, maybe I'm not aware of the drawback of using symbols (I actually am, I know sometimes they can simplify things way too much), but I was too quick to judge.
And then I realized that this instant polarization is wrong. Is that a metatrap there? No, I was careful with that, and this one is wrong. A lot of things started making sense. I've noticed I do that a lot (mainly to myself), and I see some behaviors out there that match the symptoms.
This go beyond just quick assumptions and conclusionings. Here the realizations are special because of this whole subversiveness, this immediate polarization against things we realize, without really pondering if the rejection is actually needed. These are realizations we have to be careful with. I see a lot of this kind of shallow realizations when I see people analyzing other people's behaviors, the way they react to other's mistakes.
And then I came to think, this has something to do with respect. Or the lack of it, more specifically. When I try thinking of something or someone I respect, I notice that they're free from my petty realizations. It's simple: we criticize things we don't trust. We don't respect things we don't trust. Try watching how people react to things they don't trust, like the government, or the mass media, or even other people. But I'll dedicate a proper entry to this whole distrustfulness going on.
And then I realized that this instant polarization is wrong. Is that a metatrap there? No, I was careful with that, and this one is wrong. A lot of things started making sense. I've noticed I do that a lot (mainly to myself), and I see some behaviors out there that match the symptoms.
This go beyond just quick assumptions and conclusionings. Here the realizations are special because of this whole subversiveness, this immediate polarization against things we realize, without really pondering if the rejection is actually needed. These are realizations we have to be careful with. I see a lot of this kind of shallow realizations when I see people analyzing other people's behaviors, the way they react to other's mistakes.
And then I came to think, this has something to do with respect. Or the lack of it, more specifically. When I try thinking of something or someone I respect, I notice that they're free from my petty realizations. It's simple: we criticize things we don't trust. We don't respect things we don't trust. Try watching how people react to things they don't trust, like the government, or the mass media, or even other people. But I'll dedicate a proper entry to this whole distrustfulness going on.
Of Metatraps
Metatraps are a special kind of hypocrisy. It's when you are against people being all subversive nowadays, being that this attitude is very subversive itself. It's when you complain that people complain too much. It's when you complain that people are blind followers of trends, being that you could very be a blind follower of this trend that doesn't follow trends. Be careful not be doing the very same thing you're against.
It amazes me how metatraps can show up everywhere. I think this has something to do with some of these paradoxes I've been stumbling into. It explains the ones we have to be careful with, while others like the tasty untastefulness may need a different category. I don't know, I'll have to ponder a little more on that. I should prepare the whole series properly before releasing them, but I'll have to launch the concept of metatraps earlier. It's a handy tool that'll help me deal with some of them traps lurking around menacefully (does that word even exist? I don't see a reason why it shouldn't).
It amazes me how metatraps can show up everywhere. I think this has something to do with some of these paradoxes I've been stumbling into. It explains the ones we have to be careful with, while others like the tasty untastefulness may need a different category. I don't know, I'll have to ponder a little more on that. I should prepare the whole series properly before releasing them, but I'll have to launch the concept of metatraps earlier. It's a handy tool that'll help me deal with some of them traps lurking around menacefully (does that word even exist? I don't see a reason why it shouldn't).
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Of Spices
Spices are what make things tasty. They help making something stand out as much as it can be add more value to the thing itself, making it look attractive, unique and original.
A good example of spices is when you see a rock band with middle-eastern influences in their sound. That seems to be a nice formula to start with, bringing an element of different genres.
Different countries and cultures and languages can be considered different genres, just like in music. You may have an american story with an italian background, like in Godfather, for example. This is probably the most common use of spicing. Give you character a german or or polish or chinese name, and there you have some little spice already.
I keep thinking that spicing in my theory goes beyond just adding ingredients. It's beyond that. In stories the way the narrative is delivered can be spicy, not only the elements of the story. An unusual song structure can be spicy, not only different musical scales. A strong and expressive pencil or inkwork in a drawing can also make it look more tasty, instead of only colors.
Through analogies, spices can be used in all the different systems. One can use spices in writing, in naming, in drawing, in... well, cooking, obviously. Why couldn't it also be used in simple things as walking? The pace can spice up the experience of walking. And, hell, why shouldn't sex also deserve some spices?
See, again with seeing art as all forms of human expression. It's starting to seem that to me art has only met advantages in bringing spices in. After all, there are no limits to spicing. Again with metalogic, the very lack of taste can also be tasty, if one's to use it wisely. The possibilities are simply endless, and there's the whole fun of it
A good example of spices is when you see a rock band with middle-eastern influences in their sound. That seems to be a nice formula to start with, bringing an element of different genres.
Different countries and cultures and languages can be considered different genres, just like in music. You may have an american story with an italian background, like in Godfather, for example. This is probably the most common use of spicing. Give you character a german or or polish or chinese name, and there you have some little spice already.
I keep thinking that spicing in my theory goes beyond just adding ingredients. It's beyond that. In stories the way the narrative is delivered can be spicy, not only the elements of the story. An unusual song structure can be spicy, not only different musical scales. A strong and expressive pencil or inkwork in a drawing can also make it look more tasty, instead of only colors.
Through analogies, spices can be used in all the different systems. One can use spices in writing, in naming, in drawing, in... well, cooking, obviously. Why couldn't it also be used in simple things as walking? The pace can spice up the experience of walking. And, hell, why shouldn't sex also deserve some spices?
See, again with seeing art as all forms of human expression. It's starting to seem that to me art has only met advantages in bringing spices in. After all, there are no limits to spicing. Again with metalogic, the very lack of taste can also be tasty, if one's to use it wisely. The possibilities are simply endless, and there's the whole fun of it
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Of derailing thoughts (part 2)
"While I'm thinking about my problems, the images started sneaking in by themselves. All in second plan or something, like a slideshow on a wall while you're in a reunion."
I think this is somehow related to my derailed thoughts, but I can't quite put my finger on it!
I think this is somehow related to my derailed thoughts, but I can't quite put my finger on it!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Of creative process
It's when I'm in bed trying to sleep but helplessly thinking about life that I have my most fascinating ideas, and it's not because of the thinking. As the rational part of my brain is busy with its rational thoughts trying to figure out the world, once in a while the other side of the brain starts distracting itself with random stuff, like when you start doodling when you're too bored.
It's been some time now, I've noticed my mind sometimes creates music. I never payed attention to it since it's obviously a song that already exists. But then I started to realize that sometimes what I'm feeling is a somewhat original music, because I can usually recognize the obvious influence behind it (I guess it happens when the song I've been listening to touches me in a different way than just being so-awesome). I think I've fed my mind with so much music that it can make a living with the stored music. I guess that if I spend a lot of time listening to jazz, for example, I'll try to learn the characteristics that make the sound and style unique like it's second nature
And it's all kind of music. I don't really have any control over what it's going to be. Sometimes it's a folky tune, or an orchestral piece, or an annoying pop song, or some d'n'b jam or some drone ambient. I usually think only of sounds and rhythms, so it's not like I'm aware of all instruments and even theory. But I've once thought of a violin creaking a melody out, note by note. And one of these days the song was a cool guitar riff someone was humming (someone who sounded like, huh, Mike Rourke).
My mind also plays with visual things. One of these days my mind was being bombarded with visions of all kind of machinery. It was not a thing I was entirely conscious of. I didn't come and think "ok, I'll think of machines now". While I'm thinking about my problems, the images started sneaking in by themselves. All in second plan or something, like a slideshow on a wall while you're in a reunion.
As I start noticing it's going on and that it's much more interesting than whatever I'm doing at the moment, like when you're studying and you listen to your neighbour playing music (decently) and you head your mind towards the song, I usually abandon whatever I am thinking so I can taste the imagery or the music. And then I noticed that, despite some images being just things I've seen in during my life recurring to my mind, I can actually work on them. I can "study" the machinery logistics and hidraulic mechanisms and test their functionality (nice skills for being a concept artist, I guess). Of course, I barely know how most of things really work, but I can visualize them or a part of them. I also have a small ammount of control over the songs playing in my head. Again, I'm no real musician, I still barely know by heart the sound each note makes and I hardly know most musical terminology, but it just happens, the songs comes to my mind... intuitively, and I can change the rhythm, or "ask" the song to build up or something like that.
When there's real music going on, the creative process increases a thousandfold. I can't recall all the mental images that already came to my mind when I'm listening to a song. I was once listening to this mindblowing guitar solo, and my mind just designed this amazing guitar, which looked very agressive, but by now I have forgotten how it really looks like in details. I remember one of these days I was listening to a heavy song, and colors started dancing on my mind. A violent black blackground, with harsh strokes of red and orange. It could be an awesome oil painting. Sometimes I am listening to a delicate song and I get visions of watercolor.
I think this all just consequential stuff. You see, there's too much information around us on a daily basis for us to absorb properly. I think this is just a moment where my mind starts digesting things. Then there's this moment where all the things start coming in. It's when they start making sense and they blend together, enabling me to form something I can call my own.
And then that's why I keep practicing my artistic skills. Sometimes I have an urge to make these things real and it's frustrating not to able to translate my vision in drawings.
It's been some time now, I've noticed my mind sometimes creates music. I never payed attention to it since it's obviously a song that already exists. But then I started to realize that sometimes what I'm feeling is a somewhat original music, because I can usually recognize the obvious influence behind it (I guess it happens when the song I've been listening to touches me in a different way than just being so-awesome). I think I've fed my mind with so much music that it can make a living with the stored music. I guess that if I spend a lot of time listening to jazz, for example, I'll try to learn the characteristics that make the sound and style unique like it's second nature
And it's all kind of music. I don't really have any control over what it's going to be. Sometimes it's a folky tune, or an orchestral piece, or an annoying pop song, or some d'n'b jam or some drone ambient. I usually think only of sounds and rhythms, so it's not like I'm aware of all instruments and even theory. But I've once thought of a violin creaking a melody out, note by note. And one of these days the song was a cool guitar riff someone was humming (someone who sounded like, huh, Mike Rourke).
My mind also plays with visual things. One of these days my mind was being bombarded with visions of all kind of machinery. It was not a thing I was entirely conscious of. I didn't come and think "ok, I'll think of machines now". While I'm thinking about my problems, the images started sneaking in by themselves. All in second plan or something, like a slideshow on a wall while you're in a reunion.
When there's real music going on, the creative process increases a thousandfold. I can't recall all the mental images that already came to my mind when I'm listening to a song. I was once listening to this mindblowing guitar solo, and my mind just designed this amazing guitar, which looked very agressive, but by now I have forgotten how it really looks like in details. I remember one of these days I was listening to a heavy song, and colors started dancing on my mind. A violent black blackground, with harsh strokes of red and orange. It could be an awesome oil painting. Sometimes I am listening to a delicate song and I get visions of watercolor.
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| I have my guess the black-and-red vision was inspired by this. But you see, no oil painting (and that was no Mostly Autumn-related song). |
I think this all just consequential stuff. You see, there's too much information around us on a daily basis for us to absorb properly. I think this is just a moment where my mind starts digesting things. Then there's this moment where all the things start coming in. It's when they start making sense and they blend together, enabling me to form something I can call my own.
And then that's why I keep practicing my artistic skills. Sometimes I have an urge to make these things real and it's frustrating not to able to translate my vision in drawings.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Of autumn
I'm not that kind of person who's got a set choice to define things I like, but I can't help it:
out of the available seasons, Autumn is by far my favorite one.
It's something in the air. The way it teases my skin with its slightly cold breeze. or maybe it's something about the air itself. The way it does something to all the colors displayed around, making them match everything else so perfectly, and I could go on describing these combinations for hours.
It's like the world just decided to go poetic.
There's something about this season that makes me feel and see the world in a different way. I feel much more sensitive, much more inspired. It's the season I feel most connected to nature. I can't think of autumn without thinking of the trees and the sky. Greens and blues, whites and browns, all shades of sky colors.
Come to think of it, most of my favorite memories are related to autumn. They've probably grown on me because of the city I grew up in which used to be a quite cold city for the country's standards. Autumn reminds me of a magic childhood, of the seas of pine trees, endless blue, melancholic skies and chilly winds.
Mornings and evenings feel different to me in autumn time. I like the smell of oven smoke in a post-sunset purple-like sky. Or the coldness early in the morning, when the lawn is starting to dawn freezed and when you start noticing that steam of vapor flowing from your mouth. Yeah, ok, that's quite winter. I actually like autumn pretty much for it being some sort of a softer winter. And a more sober spring.
It's autumn here, right now. I can feel it.
I keep listening to Mostly Autumn continuously for no end for no other reason. The thing is, I do that pretty much unconsciously. I barely listen to them outside this season, but when it comes over, it's not like a tradition, it just happens naturally. There's a true bond in there. I can't tell of a song by them to become a hymn, because it seems some songs reminds me of a different aspect of autumn. Carpe Diem reminds me of melancholic post-sunset settings. Bitterness Burnt reminds me of hotter autumn days, around midday. The Night Sky reminds of, well, an autumn-ish night sky. No, the band itself is my hymn to autumn.
out of the available seasons, Autumn is by far my favorite one.
It's something in the air. The way it teases my skin with its slightly cold breeze. or maybe it's something about the air itself. The way it does something to all the colors displayed around, making them match everything else so perfectly, and I could go on describing these combinations for hours.
It's like the world just decided to go poetic.
There's something about this season that makes me feel and see the world in a different way. I feel much more sensitive, much more inspired. It's the season I feel most connected to nature. I can't think of autumn without thinking of the trees and the sky. Greens and blues, whites and browns, all shades of sky colors.
Come to think of it, most of my favorite memories are related to autumn. They've probably grown on me because of the city I grew up in which used to be a quite cold city for the country's standards. Autumn reminds me of a magic childhood, of the seas of pine trees, endless blue, melancholic skies and chilly winds.
Mornings and evenings feel different to me in autumn time. I like the smell of oven smoke in a post-sunset purple-like sky. Or the coldness early in the morning, when the lawn is starting to dawn freezed and when you start noticing that steam of vapor flowing from your mouth. Yeah, ok, that's quite winter. I actually like autumn pretty much for it being some sort of a softer winter. And a more sober spring.
It's autumn here, right now. I can feel it.
I keep listening to Mostly Autumn continuously for no end for no other reason. The thing is, I do that pretty much unconsciously. I barely listen to them outside this season, but when it comes over, it's not like a tradition, it just happens naturally. There's a true bond in there. I can't tell of a song by them to become a hymn, because it seems some songs reminds me of a different aspect of autumn. Carpe Diem reminds me of melancholic post-sunset settings. Bitterness Burnt reminds me of hotter autumn days, around midday. The Night Sky reminds of, well, an autumn-ish night sky. No, the band itself is my hymn to autumn.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Of Safe Port
I'm not easily affected by sadness. In fact, I know how to enjoy it. Being sad is always a trip to knowledge. Of course it's risky (and nothing is rewarding without it). Thing is, while I have control of my melancholy, I'm making good of use of it.
However, there are moments when I go too deep and the door behind me is closed with an ominous sound. And I find myself unable to find the way back. I start getting scared. Nightmarish thoughts start lurking over. Thoughts too dangerous I can't possibly make a fight. Just twice I've let myself be haunted by the most terrifying thought I could ever think of.And there was nothing I seemed to do against it, as it gained control over my own will and I was left to stare blankly at the destruction I stupidly allowed to happen.
And then these little things I could cling to suddenly becomes either meaningless or unreachable. You know, like trying to make a climb but find every gripable thing to suddenly having become too loose to be trusted.
I need to find real Safe Ports for these situations, when I'm finding myself too hopeless.
I have some potential candidates for this. Sometimes a good bath does the trick. Sometimes listening to some funny guys talking shit to each other and laughing in some podcast a few clicks away can bring me to a good mood in the blink of an eye. But then again, as the despair gains command of my own will, I don't feel like doing things that'll do me any good. I guess some things are not meaningful or tangible enough to resist the pressure.
But I seem to have found my most precious treasure. I always enjoy listening to this band, Veszprémer Klezmer Band. It's a hungarian band that plays some sort of jewish party music. They've got some of the most cheerful songs I've ever known. Even their most melancholic tunes sound so ... harmless. I've grown to enjoy them so much I can't listen to them without feeling like smiling anymore. There's even this song where you can listen to people (apparently in a bar), dancing, clapping, laughing. And seeing people being nice, having fun, being happy, hell, just thinking about it right now is making my eyes burn.
I can't listen to them without feeling like being constantly taught to always see the bright side of life. Hell, they're jewish, after all. These guys could be mourning over all the suffering their people went through. How can they make songs this beautiful? I can't help it, this album, Zajt Gezunt, is rapidly becoming my hymn to happiness.
Taking in account a Hymn gains strenght through practice, I'll have to be careful not to contaminate the songs with the hopelessness I'm in when I need to listen to them.
But they seem unable to fail. Here I am, listening to them, just filled with life again.
Damn, I've got tears bursting through.These are some thoughts I have to avoid when I'm on the bus.
However, there are moments when I go too deep and the door behind me is closed with an ominous sound. And I find myself unable to find the way back. I start getting scared. Nightmarish thoughts start lurking over. Thoughts too dangerous I can't possibly make a fight. Just twice I've let myself be haunted by the most terrifying thought I could ever think of.And there was nothing I seemed to do against it, as it gained control over my own will and I was left to stare blankly at the destruction I stupidly allowed to happen.
And then these little things I could cling to suddenly becomes either meaningless or unreachable. You know, like trying to make a climb but find every gripable thing to suddenly having become too loose to be trusted.
I need to find real Safe Ports for these situations, when I'm finding myself too hopeless.
I have some potential candidates for this. Sometimes a good bath does the trick. Sometimes listening to some funny guys talking shit to each other and laughing in some podcast a few clicks away can bring me to a good mood in the blink of an eye. But then again, as the despair gains command of my own will, I don't feel like doing things that'll do me any good. I guess some things are not meaningful or tangible enough to resist the pressure.
But I seem to have found my most precious treasure. I always enjoy listening to this band, Veszprémer Klezmer Band. It's a hungarian band that plays some sort of jewish party music. They've got some of the most cheerful songs I've ever known. Even their most melancholic tunes sound so ... harmless. I've grown to enjoy them so much I can't listen to them without feeling like smiling anymore. There's even this song where you can listen to people (apparently in a bar), dancing, clapping, laughing. And seeing people being nice, having fun, being happy, hell, just thinking about it right now is making my eyes burn.
I can't listen to them without feeling like being constantly taught to always see the bright side of life. Hell, they're jewish, after all. These guys could be mourning over all the suffering their people went through. How can they make songs this beautiful? I can't help it, this album, Zajt Gezunt, is rapidly becoming my hymn to happiness.
Taking in account a Hymn gains strenght through practice, I'll have to be careful not to contaminate the songs with the hopelessness I'm in when I need to listen to them.
But they seem unable to fail. Here I am, listening to them, just filled with life again.
Damn, I've got tears bursting through.These are some thoughts I have to avoid when I'm on the bus.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Of Remediality (reflection and exposure)
Ok, the checkpoint works cool as diagnosing tool. Now I'll have to try solving these problems. One of my main concerns I have to start working on are all those Deviations when I start writing. Like shutting my brain off and let my hands do their meaningless poetry.
Maybe I was excited with the thought of opening my heart and being productive and getting the prospect of making my mind a wonderfully organized and clean place to live that I go rushing to talk about everything, and obviously there's one big down side to it, the lack of efficiency. I think I'm not appraising my thoughts as I should and of course the efficiency decreased considerably.
It seems I haven't been reflecting enough on my thoughts since I've started blogging. And I thought I was already overdoing it. See kids, always less talking, always more thinking. I'll have to have things clearer in my mind before getting rid of them in a, I hope, satisfying way. Or then it's an unavoidable burden, getting always extremely unsatisfied with whatever I do.
Maybe the problem is also this other issue: I think I don't feel ready for exposing myself to whoever might ever read this. I end up regreting everything I write here. I know I am supposed to overcome this problem for once and this is pretty much the right way to do it, but I think there's a piece missing in this puzzle.
Alright, Nuclear Aim, I'll give some thoughts to them to see if these are indeed the things that are standing in my way. Anyway, this week I'll try to slow down a bit and see if I can find any solutions. Maybe all this buzz is overloading my mind even more, maybe this selfdevelopment method I'm trying is too much for me.
But what can I do, it's not like I can stop myself from thinking.
Maybe I was excited with the thought of opening my heart and being productive and getting the prospect of making my mind a wonderfully organized and clean place to live that I go rushing to talk about everything, and obviously there's one big down side to it, the lack of efficiency. I think I'm not appraising my thoughts as I should and of course the efficiency decreased considerably.
It seems I haven't been reflecting enough on my thoughts since I've started blogging. And I thought I was already overdoing it. See kids, always less talking, always more thinking. I'll have to have things clearer in my mind before getting rid of them in a, I hope, satisfying way. Or then it's an unavoidable burden, getting always extremely unsatisfied with whatever I do.
Maybe the problem is also this other issue: I think I don't feel ready for exposing myself to whoever might ever read this. I end up regreting everything I write here. I know I am supposed to overcome this problem for once and this is pretty much the right way to do it, but I think there's a piece missing in this puzzle.
Alright, Nuclear Aim, I'll give some thoughts to them to see if these are indeed the things that are standing in my way. Anyway, this week I'll try to slow down a bit and see if I can find any solutions. Maybe all this buzz is overloading my mind even more, maybe this selfdevelopment method I'm trying is too much for me.
But what can I do, it's not like I can stop myself from thinking.
Checkpoint #1
So far I could notice this blog helped me in some ways I expected (getting more comfortable with voicing myself) and some ways I didn't (it helped me to focus on subjects) and also brought new problems of which some I foresaw (it wouldn't unload my mind as much as I intended to) and some I didn't (unloading can actually overload).
Eh, pretty much life going on.
Overall, I'm not really pleased with the result. I tried the hardest to stop seeing this as something that deserves a critical avaliation, but I can't help it. Statistics tell me there are people accessing this blog and I try put myself in their shoes, and I feel down with regret bothering writing things so poorly.
Ok, first, I didn't feel as much relief as I thought it would. I actually I ended up feeling responsible for my thoughts now I'm exposing them, hence feeling more of a burden to carry, also I guess my thoughts aren't exactly getting more organized. Maybe I'm rushing to get my thoughts off my head and I've haven't dedicated as much time to thinking as I should. Eh, I don't know, maybe I'll get to find a suitable routine for thinking and deploying. Maybe I shouldn't be deploying them just yet.
Second, I thought I'd get my most important ideas off right away, but obviously it's not easy like that. I've found it too difficult to write about my most complex ideas. Not like they're really complex (they're not), but it's a whole new thing to express them in a way it has to be understandable for others. Not to mention some ideas have some requirements, things that have to be said first to open ground for the greater moves. But it's just hard, because it's hard to pinpoint what's more important of being said first. So there are a lot of things I'm not feeling ready to talk about, for fear of not dealing with them how they deserve, just as I feel it was a crime what I did to some previous subjects.
Third, I'm also trying to deal with the problem of wasting subjects. Of crafting a text regarding something, and then noticing it's just so incomplete. I get that feeling that I have so much more to say about that, but I think that, in a broader sense it's something actually unavoidable, so there shouldn't be nothing wrong with talking about some subjects again. But there's also the issue of making it all out and not feeling much of a reward, but feeling like it has to be said again and again. I find it complicated when it comes to complaints, because, hell, cut the whining.
Fourth,I'm finding my text structures just horrendous. Either extremely underdeveloped or unnecessarily brief, or then filled with digressions and deviations or words that seemed cool to be said, but far from accurate or meaningful. I hated specifically those Tasting subjects. It's always "Of rain: I love rain", "Of music: I love music". I have to cut that crap. I have to avoid being always "oh, i love this", "I hate that" and the likes. I don't know why, but I find that extremely annoying.
Fifth, I have to revise the texts some times before posting them. Sometimes they look ok and I rush to send the text, but when I go back to read then I just notice how uncareful I was. Some texts I regret having writing, but there they'll stay to make me feel ashamed. Anyway, I don't want to keep going back to edit it after it was published. I'm also ashamed by how I keep writing in english so carelessly. I realize I've made a lot of unnecessary mistakes, so now I'm being more careful when writing.
However, I liked some things. I like how I crafted some interesting sentences (I keep going back to that "names are steps...") and how once in a while I've got nuclearly accurate words. Also, there's one trend I'm finding interesting to keep going with: taking sentences from a post and developing another text over it. I think that's something I'm definitely keeping. They'll help me to achieve chainposting.
Regarding problems I think I may have found a potential solutions, it includes the problem I have with crafting the texts when it comes to make the reading flowing. I have all these blocks and parts looking so unconnected that'd make the reading extremely clumsy, but I was surprised how sometimes some few words can put everything on track again, with no need even of changing the overall structure.
I'll call those words Framers (I tried using the in this very post)
It also includes introductions. Sometimes I felt like I was doing it right. Starting with something broad, or seemingly unrelated to the topic and bringing the main topic slowly into the light. Something That Kinda Reminds Me of Simpsons. Eh, The Simpsons' Principle will help me deal with the issue, even though it's not exactly how they do in the show. Anyway, I'll try to explore that train of thought that leads me to these nice introductions.
So far these have been my concerns until this point. I don't know if I'll be able to fix all these things in a single month, so probably next checkpoint is going to be about whining about the very same things all over again...
"I don't know, I'm making this up as I go" (Indy)
Eh, pretty much life going on.
Overall, I'm not really pleased with the result. I tried the hardest to stop seeing this as something that deserves a critical avaliation, but I can't help it. Statistics tell me there are people accessing this blog and I try put myself in their shoes, and I feel down with regret bothering writing things so poorly.
Ok, first, I didn't feel as much relief as I thought it would. I actually I ended up feeling responsible for my thoughts now I'm exposing them, hence feeling more of a burden to carry, also I guess my thoughts aren't exactly getting more organized. Maybe I'm rushing to get my thoughts off my head and I've haven't dedicated as much time to thinking as I should. Eh, I don't know, maybe I'll get to find a suitable routine for thinking and deploying. Maybe I shouldn't be deploying them just yet.
Second, I thought I'd get my most important ideas off right away, but obviously it's not easy like that. I've found it too difficult to write about my most complex ideas. Not like they're really complex (they're not), but it's a whole new thing to express them in a way it has to be understandable for others. Not to mention some ideas have some requirements, things that have to be said first to open ground for the greater moves. But it's just hard, because it's hard to pinpoint what's more important of being said first. So there are a lot of things I'm not feeling ready to talk about, for fear of not dealing with them how they deserve, just as I feel it was a crime what I did to some previous subjects.
Third, I'm also trying to deal with the problem of wasting subjects. Of crafting a text regarding something, and then noticing it's just so incomplete. I get that feeling that I have so much more to say about that, but I think that, in a broader sense it's something actually unavoidable, so there shouldn't be nothing wrong with talking about some subjects again. But there's also the issue of making it all out and not feeling much of a reward, but feeling like it has to be said again and again. I find it complicated when it comes to complaints, because, hell, cut the whining.
Fourth,I'm finding my text structures just horrendous. Either extremely underdeveloped or unnecessarily brief, or then filled with digressions and deviations or words that seemed cool to be said, but far from accurate or meaningful. I hated specifically those Tasting subjects. It's always "Of rain: I love rain", "Of music: I love music". I have to cut that crap. I have to avoid being always "oh, i love this", "I hate that" and the likes. I don't know why, but I find that extremely annoying.
Fifth, I have to revise the texts some times before posting them. Sometimes they look ok and I rush to send the text, but when I go back to read then I just notice how uncareful I was. Some texts I regret having writing, but there they'll stay to make me feel ashamed. Anyway, I don't want to keep going back to edit it after it was published. I'm also ashamed by how I keep writing in english so carelessly. I realize I've made a lot of unnecessary mistakes, so now I'm being more careful when writing.
However, I liked some things. I like how I crafted some interesting sentences (I keep going back to that "names are steps...") and how once in a while I've got nuclearly accurate words. Also, there's one trend I'm finding interesting to keep going with: taking sentences from a post and developing another text over it. I think that's something I'm definitely keeping. They'll help me to achieve chainposting.
Regarding problems I think I may have found a potential solutions, it includes the problem I have with crafting the texts when it comes to make the reading flowing. I have all these blocks and parts looking so unconnected that'd make the reading extremely clumsy, but I was surprised how sometimes some few words can put everything on track again, with no need even of changing the overall structure.
I'll call those words Framers (I tried using the in this very post)
It also includes introductions. Sometimes I felt like I was doing it right. Starting with something broad, or seemingly unrelated to the topic and bringing the main topic slowly into the light. Something That Kinda Reminds Me of Simpsons. Eh, The Simpsons' Principle will help me deal with the issue, even though it's not exactly how they do in the show. Anyway, I'll try to explore that train of thought that leads me to these nice introductions.
So far these have been my concerns until this point. I don't know if I'll be able to fix all these things in a single month, so probably next checkpoint is going to be about whining about the very same things all over again...
"I don't know, I'm making this up as I go" (Indy)